Multiply!

The sticky silk threads exude coldness, and the temperature is comparable to that of the air in this season.

The dense compound eyes are rolling and turning, and the capture of the prey seems to be a foregone conclusion.

Suddenly, an eye grew out behind the prey, as if mocking, which made it very puzzled.

"The food here is good, such a big one." Cheng Hai flashed to the side quickly and raised his head.

The spider in front of him was half a man's height, covered in fluff, and had a strange human face tattooed on its abdomen.

In terms of scientific name, this thing should be called a human-faced spider, but it is a little bigger.

Hiss!

The human-faced spider roared angrily, and the face of the person on the abdomen showed an expression of discomfort, accompanied by a foul stench, as if roaring towards the sky.

"Neurotoxin?"

Cheng Hai smiled slightly, blindfolded his nose and closed his eyes, in order not to disturb his mind by the pattern of the human-faced spider, and at the same time held the sword in one hand, and broke into the attack range of the human-faced spider alone.

Hiss!

The pattern of the human-faced spider turned to anger, and the black foot blade was hidden in the pale green poisonous mist, stabbing at Cheng Hai's neck.

Cheng Hai swung his sword forward, and the edge of the blade rose up like a whirlpool, blowing away the thick mist and cutting off the blade-like limbs.

Breath of Water, Type of Land, Twisting Vortex!

Creak!

The forelimbs were severed, and the human-faced spider also realized that he had provoked someone he couldn't mess with, and the pattern showed a panicked color, and he contracted the silk thread in his abdomen and fled upward.

"It's too late to escape."

Cheng Hai listened to the argument, his feet touched the tree trunk, and in a few jumps, he caught up with the human-faced spider in mid-air and cut it in half with a knife.

Water Breath: Nine Water Droplets!

After a few painful struggles on the ground, the human-faced spider gradually stopped moving.

Returning the knife to its sheath, Cheng lifted the cane from his waist and stabbed it in the abdomen.

Although the power of the sun is attached to the Nichiren Knife and has a strong ability to restrain ghosts, it cannot conduct magic power, so Cheng Hai still can't do without his staff.

The plump abdomen gradually collapsed, and the hideous human face shrank like a baby.

Then, a gust of wind struck, and a black imp gradually condensed.

"Go, bring the people out inside." Cheng Hai commanded.

There are many summons in the wizard's spells, but these low-level ghosts are the most convenient to use.

They are not large, absolutely obedient to their owners, able to be invisible, and can be replenished at any time when they die. Whether it's interfering with enemies or doing coolies, it's very convenient.

The ghost got into the hole in the tree, and after a while, he dragged Saiban and another villager out, probably picking up some "snacks" and chirping in his mouth, not knowing what he was chewing.

The two people were entangled in cobwebs and turned into zongzi, their bodies were stiff, they couldn't speak, and the panic in their eyes was extremely obvious. I don't know if I was scared by a spider or a ghost.

Cheng Hai took out a bottle of water from his backpack and splashed it on the faces of the two, so that they could be relieved from panic and helplessness.

"Spider! Spider! ”

"There's a ghost! Ghosts! ”

"Alright, stop screaming, it's gone."

Cheng Hai spread his hands, and the ghost immediately became invisible, and he ran to catch the spider and eat it.

"Tell me, why did you run up the mountain?" Cheng Hai looked at Lu Saiban.

From the footprints left behind, it can be seen that the three of them are not chasing me and running away, but walking together.

"I ......"

Lu Saiban organized the language and explained: "Erdan said that if I didn't come up, he would take Dongmei and sacrifice it, so I ......"

Cheng Hai: "......"

Does this still make true feelings......

In comparison, Li Daoru's father is really not a thing.

After thinking for a while, Cheng Hai asked, "Are you going with me, or are you waiting here?" ”

Although the poison of the human-faced spider is not lethal, they will not have to think about moving for at least an hour. If you encounter other beasts, you will be more than lucky.

And now, Li Daoru is eyeing him, and he has to hurry up to go to the so-called Guanneshen, but he has no time to take them down the mountain.

"I'll be with you, I really feel like a burden, you can leave me behind." Lu Saiban smiled bitterly.

Li Daoru has already torn his face with him, and if he doesn't follow Cheng Hai, he won't be able to get along in the village.

Cheng Hai asked the ghost to carry Lu Saiban on his back, and continued to move forward despite the bitter pleas of the villagers.

"Immortal Master Cheng, can you kill that evil god?" Lu Saiban's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but ask.

The body of the ghost gathers yin energy, and mortals will naturally feel a chill in their backs when they get close.

However, Lu Saiban has a good style of life on weekdays, and he has maintained a valuable pure yang body, even if he sleeps with the ghost, there will not be much problem in a short time.

"I can't say." Cheng Hai replied.

If the ten ghosts, snakes, kings, and horses are used as the lower limit, the apostles are used as the upper limit. Then, according to the classification of the system, the evaluation of the D-class is about the strength of the human limit, and the S-class is the existence of the apostle, which can cause extremely large-scale disasters.

And between the D and S levels, the artist whose physical strength far exceeds that of a human belongs to the C class, and the guy only needs six or seven seconds to run a hundred meters, and can run for twenty minutes straight.

Although Tanjiro's physical fitness is a little worse than that of the artist, his sword skills are superb, and he also has attributes that can fight continuously all night, and he is also rated as C-rank.

And the monster that can cause a township-wide mutation is already beyond the scope of C-level, at least a B. Extending on this basis, A-class monsters must also be able to destroy the existence of a small half of the city.

For example, a freak like Lao Zhuang, missiles may not be able to blow him up, and letting him dismantle his house is as simple as eating and drinking. If you really want to cause sabotage, it is definitely a first-class little expert.

Therefore, Cheng Hai can't be said to be sure of this fake Guan Neshen.

However, the biological characteristics of this world are strange, interdependent and mutually restrictive.

Just as a C-class artist can't do damage to a D-class spirit. The main body of the god is a plant, and it will be restrained by Tanjiro's breath of the sun, but it is not without chance.

A B-level god descent, it's worth the risk he takes!

As he spoke, Cheng Hai stopped.

Without the slightest defense, the god of Wan Neshen appeared in front of him so generously.

……

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

At the foot of the mountain, the villagers of Youma Township stood in a row with solemn expressions, holding shotguns and farm tools in their hands.

After calming down, Li Daoru had already made them realize that once the sacred tree of the god Wanne was destroyed, their village would wither like an epiphany, and the days of prosperity would be gone.

The so-called from thrift to luxury, from luxury to thrift difficult.

They dare to sacrifice the living for the sake of prosperity, and of course they dare to take risks to kill Cheng Hai!

Under the leadership of the township chief's henchmen, they walked murderously towards the mountains like soldiers encircling and suppressing the rebellion.

"Finally, this day is coming......"

Watching the last villager disappear into the mountains and forests, Li Daoru groaned and looked at the gasoline barrel on the side......